Most of the time an old man was ahead of me. About 15 minutes ago a young couple with a baby in a stroller walk up to the old man and cut ahead of me. They talk for a minute and the old man walks away.
I say to the couple “it must be nice to have a grandpa who will wait in line for you.” The woman replied that the old man was her husband’s uncle.
My uncle was a medic in WWII. He was captured as a P.O.W. in the Battle of The Bulge. When the Germans asked for volunteers to put out the fires when the Allies were bombing Dresden, he told them to go suck eggs.
I wouldn’t dare to ask my uncle to wait in this line for me.